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HEY

DO YOU LIKE WEAPONS?

HOW ABOUT WEAPONS SO OP YOUR EYES MELT FROM WHAT-THE-FUCKERY???

WELL THEN BOY HOWDY DO I HAVE A SHOW FOR YOU.

RWBY IS ABOUT FIGHTING AWESOME SHIT WITH AWESOME SHIT.

FIRST CASE IN POINT: RUBY AND CRESCENT ROSE.

NOT ONLY IS THIS SCYTHE LIKE SEVEN FEET LONG AND DEADLY AS FUCK ON ITS OWN, IT’S ALSO A HIGH-IMPACT SNIPER RIFLE:

CAN YOU SAY OVERKILL?

ONTO CULPRIT NUMBER TWO: BLAKE AND THE GAMBOL SHROUD

FIRST OFF, THEY’RE A SWORD AND SHEATH, BUT THEN…

IT’S ALSO A WHIP. THAT IS ALSO A GUN. ALLOWING HER TO DO SHIT LIKE THIS:

WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. THREE WEAPONS IN ONE. HOW DO YOU NOT SHOOT YOURSELF BY ACCIDENT.

NEXT UP: SUN AND NYOI BO

SO IT’S A STAFF. ALRIGHT, COOL. BUT DID YOU KNOW IT EXPLODES?

AND IT DOESN’T STOP THERE, KIDS. THIS MOTHERFUCKER DETACHES AND TURNS INTO WHAT YOU THINK ARE NUNCHUCKS…

AND TECHNICALLY, YES, THEY ARE USED MUCH LIKE NUNCHUCKS, BUT THESE NUNCHUCKS ARE LITERALLY MADE OUT OF GODDAMNED SHOTGUNS. SUN YOU’VE GOT FOUR SHOTGUNS ON A CHAIN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SIR.

AND NEXT WE HAVE OUR CHARACTER BASED OFF OF THOR, WHO FITTINGLY HAS THE HARDEST HITTER OF THEM ALL: NORA AND MANGHILD

NOT ONLY IS THIS THING A FUCKING GIANT WARHAMMER,

IT TURNS INTO A FUCKING GRENADE LAUNCHER THAT ALSO FUNCTIONS AS A CANNON

IT ALSO SHOOTS WHILE IN HAMMER FORM, GIVING HER THE ABILITY TO DO THIS SHIT:

BLAST HERSELF AT THE GROUND AT DIZZYING FORCE AND SMASH INTO THINGS LIKE A PINK PINWHEEL OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION

AND THOSE ARE JUST THE MOST OVER THE TOP WEAPONS I CAN THINK OF

THERE IS INFINITE MORE AWESOMENESS IN THE SHOW, LIKE A PURSE THAT IS ALSO A GATLING GUN:

I HAVENT EVEN SCRATCHED THE SURFACE WITH THIS POST BUT GO WATCH RWBY ITS FUCKIN GREAT

We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens; the dream becomes real, and the answer to this quest, this need to solve life’s mysteries finally shows itself like the glowing light of the new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts… that we are not alone.
—  Mohinder Suresh in How To Stop An Exploding Man (Heroes 1x23)
BTS REACT TO YOU RAPPING (25 Days of Bangtan: Day 5)

NamJoon:

“Trying to mock me huh? This calls for a punishment don’t you think”

Originally posted by ygnj

Seolkjin;

“Jagi, why are you so good at everything. Stop being a JungKook”

Originally posted by jjks

Yoongi:

“Good girl, you learned from the best”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Hoseok:

“God you’re perfect for me”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin:

“I wanna join in! *proceeds to embarrass himself*”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


Taehyung:

“Yes girl get it! Work that invisible microphone!”

Originally posted by fy-taekook

Jungkook:

*just sits there staring in awe at how cute you look trying to be gangster*

Originally posted by donewithjeon

My favourite thing about living with my brother, so far...

is how he treats me when I’m on my period.

He’s so mature and understanding

Any other man I ever lived with, has had the tendency to never ever talk about, OR even worse treat me like some gremlin with who will explode at any second!

But no, my brother simply understands that I’m feeling unwell. He asks me questions like -

are you feeling okay?

do you need me to get some tampons?

do you need some alone time?

want to come on a walk and get some fresh air with me?

have you started/stopped bleeding yet?

Just having someone acknowledging it as a normal bodily function, it just makes being around him during that time of the month so much easier. I love my brother.

Today, I fucked up by forgetting to watch my language at airport security.

When going through airport security today (international flight), I was randomly selected for additional screening, and the TSA officer brought me over to a side table, looked at me and said,

“sir I’m just going to open your bag and take a swab now okay.”

If this has happened to anyone else before, I’m sure you know when a security officer says that to you, you immediately think about whats in your bag. I’m a law abiding citizen, so I had nothing to worry about, but I instantly remembered how full I had stuffed my carry on bag with clothes, shoes, etc.. when I was packing. Without thinking, I uttered the words:

“Ya no problem, It might explode though haha”

The officers hands stopped unzipping it and he slowly looked up at me with a very serious glare. It suddenly dawned on me I had just told this man that my carry on bag was going to explode.

I quickly explained what I had actually meant (that it was very full of clothes, likely to spill everywhere)

He was a nice guy, we ended up having a bit of a chuckle, I will now be more careful with my choice of words in such situations.

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One Night at Flumpty’s HeadCanon:

Flumpty’s ‘friends’ are more or less like his slaves. “Flumpty does not have the best social Skills” so this would be one way for him to make 'friends’. The creator even said Flumpty buried BBB and Kevin Jr. in one of the comics the creator and his friends made that originally had the characters in it. 

BBB, The Red Man, Grunkfuss and the rest were all probably humans at one point, meant to die, but Flumpty “saved them" and made them look how they did at death and gave them immortality and powers that went along with their deaths and none of them want to die.
Flumpty is immune to the plot and can screw with time and space if he wants so if they angered him, or simply he just gets bored, his 'friends’ could would stop breathing for no reason or explode and die then live again just because that’s what he feels like doing.
Flumpty does what he does because he feels like it. He can do what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants because he can and knows no one would believe you if you said you were abducted by a giant living egg.

pendulum

He’s pretty sure that he’s losing it.

It’s hard to think when you’re upside down, he thinks in delirious amusement as he swings back and forth by his ankles. There is no time anymore, no clock or sunlight to tell him how long he’s been here, swinging  like a human pendulum that never stops. It’s always the same, back and forth and back again. Time never moving but moving too fast. The hours, the minutes, the seconds ticking away like a time bomb ready to explode with no warning. Just a man strung up like an animal for the slaughter. Just another body ready for harvest.

He just wants to go home.

But where is home? Is it the Ark? The place that took away his mother and stole his sister from under the floorboards. Is it the drop ship? The place where he lost eighteen of his people (eighty two alive) and fought battles that he had no right to fight. Or maybe it’s Camp Jaha? The place where he stood with his arm around Raven, comforting her but not like he did that night so long ago, while one of their own was strung to a tree while their leader slid a knife into him. A sacrifice. One that he couldn’t do, no, he’s not brave like her.

He’s not brave at all.

Not like her, anyways. He can’t always make the hard choices but he can stand by her when she does. Protect her. (he’d do anything for her)  And right now he’s in here, strung up like some sort of sick piñata, and she’s out there. They are all out there, outside of this room. They were counting on him and he failed. One job, Bellamy, you had one job. You wanted to be the inside man. Now you’re the upside down man.

He’s definitely losing it.

There are voices coming. He flinches because whatever they already did to him obviously isn’t the worst thing on his agenda today. That’ll probably be death. Slow and painful, drained of everything. Fucking Lincoln goes through his head over and over because it’s easier to blame someone else when he knows damn well that he’s the one to blame.

He’s never been strong enough.

The voices are closer now, he can make out three of them, and why do they sound so familiar? Not the voice of the crazy doctor that shoved something in his mouth before pulling the trigger. Not the creepy pale white face of some asshole that has definitely never seen the light of day. No, these voices are closer than ever and only one of them he knows almost as well as his own.

She came for him.

Saying he didn’t doubt that she would is a lie because that’s all he’s done since he’s been here. Doubt himself, doubt their people, doubt her. She didn’t care at all when she sent him off to die (it’s worth the risk) and he didn’t think it’d be any different now. Maybe he was wrong. It’s definitely her voice, he can hear it now louder than anything he’s ever heard.

“He’s in here!”

There is shouting and his eyes are barely open, he can see her rush in with people close behind. Well, he can see her upside down, he thinks with giddy delirium, a giggle threatening to leave his throat. Her eyes are wild and her hair is whipping around her face as she runs to him (there’s something I thought I’d never see) and he lets himself think something that he’s always tried to push down as far as he possibly can.

She looks like the sun.

Blonde hair everywhere as she calls his name, her hands struggling to unlatch him from his chains. His angel, maybe, the one person that can save him from everything. He tries to say something, her name probably, and she silences him quickly, telling him not to speak, to save his strength. There are others with her, he doesn’t know them or maybe he does and he just can’t remember. He closes his eyes, hoping to gain some of that strength back. But when he opens them again something is wrong.

She’s gone.

No longer in front of him, frantically pulling at the chains to get him down. Just a mirage, just a horrible hallucination, like a river in the middle of a desert. No one there to save him. No one there to take him  home. Just the upside down man swinging from the rafters. Tick tock, back and forth. Time doesn’t exist and neither does he. His eyes fall closed as he sways along to the music in his head, a sad tune written just for the upside down man. Now all he can do is wait.

He waits for her to rescue him.

She’s the only one who can.

Just finished the Season 1 finale of Heroes.

I am in this state for 10 minutes now. I cried, I laughed, I ached, and where the hell is Sylar and Nathan?

I need a drink. Now.

Seriously, watch Heroes. Sit down, download it, buy it, I don’t care, but watch it. This season was fucking glorious.

On to Season 2 after this season finale of

Where does it come from—this quest, this need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we’d be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that’s not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope; never knowing for certain whom we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain of trying.

We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens; the dream becomes real, and the answer to this quest, this need to solve life’s mysteries finally shows itself like the glowing light of the new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts… that we are not alone.
—  Mohinder Suresh, Heroes, How To Stop An Exploding Man, 1x23
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Peter and Simone in the flashback in How To Stop An Exploding Man